Why this?

The occasional poem of my own and a generous helping of work by others that I find inspiring. Site is named for a beloved book by one of my favorite writers, Italo Calvino, whose fanciful work lights--and delights--my soul.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Unsolicited

[Wrote this poem a while back; thought I'd post as our move-date approaches and NYC recedes.]A man on the C train said every fellow needs a
girlfriendand one guy rolled his
eyes.

The man, still chattering,
said fellows, love your lady
often or your car will stop
running; it will be headed for the
junkyard. One guy, surprise in his
eyes, may have rethought “that problem with the
cooling system”;though probably not. Others looked put upon.

The man, far from done (off-key Christmas carols
would follow), saidlove your lady often and
you will havenice flowers growing on
your table.The whole train appeared to
soften.--me